Y/n Potter and the Wizarding World

Boggarts And Portrait Attack

Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting, in Harry's opinion, as though he were the heroic
survivor of some dreadful battle.

Pansy: How is it, Draco?

Simpered Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy: Does it hurt much?

Malfoy: Yeah

Said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Harry saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.

Settle down, settle down

Said Professor Snape idly. Y/n, Harry and Ron scowled at each other, Snape wouldn't have said settle down if they'd walked in late, he'd have given them detention. But
Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes, Snape was head of Slytherin House, and generality favored his own students above all others.

They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy set up
his cauldron right next to Harry and Ron, so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table.

Malfoy: Sir

Malfoy called

Malfoy: Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm

Snape: Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him

Said Snape without looking up. Ron went brick red.

Ron: There's nothing wrong with your arm

he hissed at Malfoy. Malfoy smirked across the table.

Malfoy: Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots.

Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.

Malfoy: Professor, Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir

Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.

Snape: Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley.

Ron: But, sir!

Ron had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own roots into exactly equal pieces.

Snape: Now

Said Snape in his most dangerous voice.
Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table a, Malfoy, then took up the knife again.

Malfoy: And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned,

Aaid Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter.

Snape: Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig

Said Snape, giving Harry the look of loathing he always reserved just for him.
Harry took Malfoy's shrivelfig as Ron began trying to repair the damage to the roots he now had to use. Harry skinned the shrivelfig as fast as he could and flung it back across the table at Malfoy without speaking Malfoy was smirking more broadly than ever.

Malfoy: Seen your pal Hagrid lately?

He asked them quietly.

Ron: None of your business

Said Ron jerkily, without looking up

Malfoy: I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer

Said Malfoy in a tone of mock sorrow. Father's not very happy about my injury